"After three years of fighting in the service of his mercenary company, Eoan’s ready to lay down his sword and return home. He’s seen enough war and destruction and ruined villages; he only wants to find someplace peaceful and warm where he can figure out a new life.
But he’s a long way from home, in the pouring rain. And rumor says the forest around him contains inhuman magical creatures such as dragons, garwolves, fairies, and sprites. He should be safe if he doesn’t leave the path ... but fairies have ways of tempting weary travelers.
Julian hadn’t actually meant to entice the tired soldier from the path. He’d only been playing music for himself, and it’s been so long since he’s introduced himself to anyone, he barely recalls his own name. But now he has a human in his forest, and Eoan clearly needs care and comfort and healing.
Healing requires closeness, and Eoan’s fascinating, complicated and heart-sore and strong. And Julian’s been very lonely for a very long time. But maybe he doesn’t have to be."
Sound the Fairy Call By K.L. Noone Gather to your fairy piper When he pipes his magic tune: Merry, merry, Take a cherry; Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder, Mine are sweeter For the eater… —Robert Graves, “Cherry-Time” Mud. Mud and rain. Mud and rain and tree roots, Eoan amended, having just stumbled over the fifth one in as many minutes. No decent roads. Of course no decent roads existed. Too much fighting. Too few men left to care about smooth tracks for village cart-wheels. He put one foot in front of the other, in the rain. He’d liked the country, briefly. It’d been green. It had reminded him of the gentle mists and jewel-green rolling hills of his foggy island home. Country was a misnomer, of course. The present war had split the region into brittle pieces; he wasn’t ev